Life is so strange
With goods and bads always in the range.
You feel so lost
You feel so lonely
But then just a miracle,
And he seems to be the one and only.
He says yes,
And you smile with glory
He says no,
Yet you narrate no defensive stories.
Everything seems beautiful
All so complete
Each day of yours is lived for him
And nights become a treat.
As months go by
You feel the negatives within
He reacts for everything you do
With emotions not cared for and spilt into the bin
Tears flow down
Suffocation surrounds your soul
You still love him
But his ego stays out of control
Insults become a routine
Violence is all that remains
Days go by
But the relation seems to have no path
and is overflowing with pain
You know you have to let him go
The heart cries in pain
Both are madly in love
But some stories just flow down the drain
Every soul comes with a destiny written
You would never know if he is the one
When God has different plans in mind
All you are left to do is nod a yes and say it’s done.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I am the Soil
I am the Soil…
With a history so royal…
A past of gold,
And an age that is really old.
From wars to struggles…
From singles to snuggles…
I have seen it all,
And grown, despite the juggles.
A land so vast…
Filled with cultural blast…
I value every corner,
Each person and even the most visited foreigner.
With Ghats on the west…
And Plateaus to the east…
Surrounded by water,
I am every traveler’s feast.
Wildlife and parks…
Forests and barks…
Hill stations so pretty,
I also own an arc shaped city.
The queen’s necklace…
The city that doesn’t sleep…
Mumbai is the feather in my cap,
With the will power and zeal to grow, so deep.
Money is minted here…
From Dollars to Euros…
Sensex is the daily bread,
The ups and downs in the bureaus.
A state with passion…
And cities at top rank in fashion…
You would know me only if you visit,
Maharashtra…the soil that grows with compassion.
With a history so royal…
A past of gold,
And an age that is really old.
From wars to struggles…
From singles to snuggles…
I have seen it all,
And grown, despite the juggles.
A land so vast…
Filled with cultural blast…
I value every corner,
Each person and even the most visited foreigner.
With Ghats on the west…
And Plateaus to the east…
Surrounded by water,
I am every traveler’s feast.
Wildlife and parks…
Forests and barks…
Hill stations so pretty,
I also own an arc shaped city.
The queen’s necklace…
The city that doesn’t sleep…
Mumbai is the feather in my cap,
With the will power and zeal to grow, so deep.
Money is minted here…
From Dollars to Euros…
Sensex is the daily bread,
The ups and downs in the bureaus.
A state with passion…
And cities at top rank in fashion…
You would know me only if you visit,
Maharashtra…the soil that grows with compassion.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Ride of Life
You’ll never know what will happen,
You’ll never know who will come,
All you can ever wish…
Is that there is a special one.
You wish this when you’re young,
You wish this as you grow,
The only time you would feel it…
Is when you reap and sow.
He is before you,
But you can hardly see,
He is your special one…
But when will he say that to me.
You dream about him all day,
And wish he is just yours,
Friends tickle you and tease…
It’s the moment you’ve waited for.
Your past has faded away,
He is the reason now,
All you wish from life…
Is the love ride and bliss of ‘WOW’
He is all you want,
And everything would be complete,
Just say the 3 Golden Words…
And life’s ride but be a gratifying treat.
You’ll never know who will come,
All you can ever wish…
Is that there is a special one.
You wish this when you’re young,
You wish this as you grow,
The only time you would feel it…
Is when you reap and sow.
He is before you,
But you can hardly see,
He is your special one…
But when will he say that to me.
You dream about him all day,
And wish he is just yours,
Friends tickle you and tease…
It’s the moment you’ve waited for.
Your past has faded away,
He is the reason now,
All you wish from life…
Is the love ride and bliss of ‘WOW’
He is all you want,
And everything would be complete,
Just say the 3 Golden Words…
And life’s ride but be a gratifying treat.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Faith
Faith….
When friends turn foes,
Your mood just swings from highs to lows.
That someone close,
That someone special,
Is now all gone,
And you are nothing but the side thrown empty vessel.
There were times;
When she was the one,
You told her everything about your past, present
And even the illegal son.
She was whom you believed
And confessed to all the time,
But she was not as you thought,
She did commit the crime.
Your marriage was at stake,
Your partner wanted the break,
She was the only one, who could change,
Your husband and his mind with varied range.
She eyed him since school,
But you didn’t know;
You trusted her all the way;
While she just used you.
Secrets were leaked,
Dark spells were casted.
You were betrayed,
And he was whom she always wanted.
Now you’re alone;
With neither him nor her,
Like a peel of banana,
You are just carelessly thrown.
For people to comment;
For society to disown.
As life just slips over you,
You are left with nothing
But those sad memories of your own.
When friends turn foes,
Your mood just swings from highs to lows.
That someone close,
That someone special,
Is now all gone,
And you are nothing but the side thrown empty vessel.
There were times;
When she was the one,
You told her everything about your past, present
And even the illegal son.
She was whom you believed
And confessed to all the time,
But she was not as you thought,
She did commit the crime.
Your marriage was at stake,
Your partner wanted the break,
She was the only one, who could change,
Your husband and his mind with varied range.
She eyed him since school,
But you didn’t know;
You trusted her all the way;
While she just used you.
Secrets were leaked,
Dark spells were casted.
You were betrayed,
And he was whom she always wanted.
Now you’re alone;
With neither him nor her,
Like a peel of banana,
You are just carelessly thrown.
For people to comment;
For society to disown.
As life just slips over you,
You are left with nothing
But those sad memories of your own.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Life Moves On...
I am the Power,
I am the Passion,
I am the Inspiration...
To write in any Fashion.
I am the Emotion,
I am the Belief,
I am the only way…
You can ask for relief.
I know you well,
Your past I’ll tell,
Each exam of yours…
The way you fell.
Each word you wrote,
Each sentence you made,
I know it all…
I was your aid.
Your life moved on,
I walked along,
And together we entered…
The world of love and belong.
It was a whole new day,
We were by the bay,
And you wrote the first love note…
To your soul mate.
I felt the love,
I felt the care,
You gave it all to her…
In that romantic flair.
Your life moved on,
I again walked along
And together we entered the world of commitment
And passion, though not for long.
It was a world of adversity,
And you needed a friend.
In all that diversity…
I was the only one at your end.
I remember the nights
You kept me all awake…
And pressed me hard,
Against my own mate.
You wrote and wrote
And I was tired,
Until the last minute,
When your wife actually fired.
That was the night of pain and rain,
You had decided to let the relation drain.
You picked me up, as I screamed No…
But then heard you say…
Please let her go.
The sign on papers…
The other man who came to take her,
I wrote it all…
In your life book called Vapors.
I wrote it all,
Both ecstasy and brawl…
The experiences of life,
That made you stand tall.
Your life moves on,
And I walk along…
As we enter the new world,
And sing our own song.
I am still with you,
Experiencing the saturations and hues…
The lessons that life has taught,
Both me and you.
Your thoughts are free and out of that den,
You can always count on me…
I am your Pen.
I am the Passion,
I am the Inspiration...
To write in any Fashion.
I am the Emotion,
I am the Belief,
I am the only way…
You can ask for relief.
I know you well,
Your past I’ll tell,
Each exam of yours…
The way you fell.
Each word you wrote,
Each sentence you made,
I know it all…
I was your aid.
Your life moved on,
I walked along,
And together we entered…
The world of love and belong.
It was a whole new day,
We were by the bay,
And you wrote the first love note…
To your soul mate.
I felt the love,
I felt the care,
You gave it all to her…
In that romantic flair.
Your life moved on,
I again walked along
And together we entered the world of commitment
And passion, though not for long.
It was a world of adversity,
And you needed a friend.
In all that diversity…
I was the only one at your end.
I remember the nights
You kept me all awake…
And pressed me hard,
Against my own mate.
You wrote and wrote
And I was tired,
Until the last minute,
When your wife actually fired.
That was the night of pain and rain,
You had decided to let the relation drain.
You picked me up, as I screamed No…
But then heard you say…
Please let her go.
The sign on papers…
The other man who came to take her,
I wrote it all…
In your life book called Vapors.
I wrote it all,
Both ecstasy and brawl…
The experiences of life,
That made you stand tall.
Your life moves on,
And I walk along…
As we enter the new world,
And sing our own song.
I am still with you,
Experiencing the saturations and hues…
The lessons that life has taught,
Both me and you.
Your thoughts are free and out of that den,
You can always count on me…
I am your Pen.
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Request of a Pen
Thoughts are Thoughts until in Brain,
The catch lies when you let them Drain...
The task is tough, you need to be rough..
But trust me on that, Its not that big a pain.
All you need is my white buddy and me
He is the door and I am the key.
Together we rock and let you see...
The thoughts you had, crafted by me.
So just pick me up..in between your fingers,
Hold me tight and let me not linger.
I promise I'll help you bring them to life,
Afterall they are your thoughts
& the medium is divine.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
The Dream of Every Guy......
The above Ad technically speaking is quite dull on colors and lighting. The reflection of the yellow light on the walls behind clearly shows that the lighting equipment was placed exactly opposite to it. The models used in the Print Ad are rightly chosen and perfectly placed with moderate space left both front and behind them.The image however looks a little unreal and artificial as it is practically impossible to push the wheelchair in this way.The Ad is appealing as it depicts the passion and addiction one can have towards his bike and ofcourse the craze increases if its A Harley.The Ad encourages every bike freak to get attracted to the product as well as the Print Ad as the depiction of the madness one can have with Harley is clearly portrayed, you cant just stop even dreaming about it when its not under you. Its like this Hot Chik any guy would love to sit on again and again.The attitude shown on the guy's face is like the added feature that comes along complimentary with the purchase of Harley Davidson.
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